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Bitterness & Trust

I had made my mark. I had taken my chance. I could never go back.

By Becky CurlPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Bitterness & Trust
Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

I bit into an apple that I thought was still fresh.

I thought I had more time to enjoy it.

My teeth sank into the core—


Just like every single one that had come before.

The outside was mostly intact;

A few soft spots here and there but overall,

It showed promise.

It showed strength.

But the second I bit into it?


There was no sweet taste on the tip of my tongue,

Only bitterness.

I spit it out, but the damage was already done.

I had made my mark.

I had taken my chance.

I could never go back.

And now I every time I pick up an apple,

I pause and remember the day I learned

To not be so trusting.

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About the Creator

Becky Curl

Freelance Writer. Freelance Make-Up Artist. Teacher. Wig & Make-Up Designer. Coffee, dogs & pop-punk are my life.

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